The Crash and Burn on My Highway of Life
My hands slipped off the wheel driving my car on this road called life, too fucked up I’m incapable to steer. So drunk, all the sadness, hurt, and anger got me intoxicated to the point of blackout. How can I still feel when my lights are out, when I have no sound judgment to doubt, when I’m buried in so much nonsense I forgot what I’m so fucked up about. Unsure of my destination, clueless which way to go, what path to take, or what to do; I step hard on the gas like I’m stomping on all the hurt I’ve received from you. Life’s flying by with every inching mile I drive, but foots stuck on the gas, no brake in sight, but I don’t give a fuck, cause I’ve lost my every will to fight. What am I still doing here? So numb, eyes dried out, not even enough for a single tear. Been through so much bull shit, felt every emotion, what do I got left to fear? Flip, crash, and kaboom, didn’t realize that all this pain would lead me to an early tomb. I lay there wounded, using my finger to trace every deep cut mistaking the glass for every stab of your inflicted pain. To this day I still don’t know which hurt more, fresh wounds or feeling the scars that remain.
Hehehe found my old blog. Damn, I used to be pretty morbid.
Source: twang618
